Ember looked back when Dante said 'nice shot' to check and see if he had been mocking her or if she had actually hit something, seeing that she had got someone coming up behind him. "Damn it." She muttered under breath to herself. Her legs wanted her to sit down when they got to the bridge but she had some other business to attend to first. Once they were safe at the bridge, she turned on Dante, getting right up to him so she was only a foot away before she spoke. She expected Vosur to worry that she was going to attack the guy, but that wasn't her plan even though it sounded better to her. "That fireball was meant for YOU." She snapped, pushing a finger against his chest when she said 'you' since she didn't know he wouldn't be able to feel it. "I despise your pure, putrid, holier-than-thou, stinkin' guts! If I knew throwing it would save you from a surprise attack, I wouldn't have done it." After she was done, she swiftly turned on her heel and walked away from him before picking a spot on the bridge to sit and rest her legs.